'I have dreamed of seeing both of you together Joanne', she suddenly spoke, 'you and he will get on well together', she continued, but I was confused,...and I think it showed on my face.Mother was Matron in an Old Folks retirement complex, and this morning had invited me down to see her at work, and the old man holding my hand, was one of her patients.'Sit on the bed beside him Jo', she suggested, 'he won't bite'.I did as she bade as she pulled screens around the bed where we were, until they. Living it and loving it. He pushes my lace panties to one side and slips a finger into my very moist pussy. "Fuck me," I whisper. "Fuck me right now." He chuckles and teases the insides of my thighs, my clit and my ass. He pushes another finger into my wet hole. The pleasure that he is giving me is almost too much to handle."I just want to make sure you're ready," he says, as he rubs his free hand over my clit. His touch is electric and chills run down the length of my spine."Fuck me!" I beg.. Her free hand gripped her breast, squeezing it to the near point of pain. Then her orgasm had passed, and she took a deep breath letting her fingers fall from her cunt, leaving a moist spot on the bed below her. As she slid her hand out of her underwear, she felt her thong soak up some of the liquid, becoming cold and wet against her slit.She still wished her father had been there, but her own mind would have to suffice. Some may call it wrong to desire your father so completely – but who was. "No. I'm alone, do sit down."The man did as invited and proceeded to take some papers out of his attaché case. Soon he was immersed in them and seemingly oblivious to the cleavage opposite him at eye level and the length of bare leg and bare feet stretched out below him. Veronica returned to her contemplation of the immediate future. She saw that her glass was nearly empty and downed the last of the brandy with some regret that there was no more left. That drink had been just what her shattered.